Just Like the Ones I Used to Know

Holy cannoli. Can it be? Is Gwen really updating her blog?

Picturesque church in Clinton, BC.

Christmas was more than simply merry this year, as we went south and rip-roaringly cavorted with my entire family. The Stollen was eaten with great gusto, the triple cream Brie did its dastardly work on my BMI, and the Sunshine Salad was tooth-numbingly cold. What more could a girl want? I lost spectacularly (and repeatedly) in "Ticket to Ride: Europe," and I made some ill-advisedly juvenile jokes on video camera, but all in all I'd say it was a tremendous success.

Pulla, the bread of hope, the bread of harmony.

After a predictable Christmas expansion,
I have recommitted to my reducing plan.
So far, it's working.
Alas, I still have lots of chocolates left.

I miss the Island.

It was a very long trip,
over highways of peril.
Pretty, though.

We returned to this balmy scene.

TO DO: Sell snow boots on eBay and buy big floppy straw hat. Purchase luxury home in South Pacific and move residence immediately.